Crazy Customers...

So we have this woman that comes into work that privately we call "Crazy Kim".  We call her this for a couple of reasons:

1. She dresses like she's Ghetto Beyonce on the run from the paparazzi.  Everytime.  Over sized shirt and ripped jeans with big sunglasses and a big coat.

2. She gets the same thing EVERY TIME but she claims that it's for her boss.  Well sort of.  The first time it was for her boss.  Then it was for her pregnant boss.  Now it's for her boss's kids.  This Boss went from not pregnant to pregnant to having kids that are able to eat an 8 inch turkey club calzone ON THEIR OWN in the space of like a year.

3. She claims her boss is a germaphobe who will come in and throw the food at us if we don't use gloves anytime we come near her food.

I totally understand germaphobic people but our ovens are 455 degrees.  As far as prep is concerned, we wash our hands and anything that might have been on our hands is burned off during the 7 minutes it's in the oven and we ALWAYS put on gloves to put lettuce and tomato on the sandwiches, but it's not enough for her.  We have to wear gloves to get it out of the oven, we have to wear gloves to carry it to the make line to get the lettuce and tomato and we have to wear gloves while boxing it, putting it in a bag and handing it to her.

Normally she is pretty chill and we crack jokes about her and keep trucking but today she was a little off her game.  I don't know, maybe she went somewhere where they refused to cater to her scrub your skin until it squeaks and then put on a fresh pair of gloves every time you come near my food requests but she was in rare form today...

First off I might need to add the disclaimer that I opened the store this morning so I was there at 8 and that I decided to skip my usual Starbucks and do today without my serious caffeine. (Seriously, I think I'm getting an ulcer and not just in my wallet) So I was approaching tired, I had already written up two employees this morning and fielded two angry customers and the ever tiring L before she came in...

I personally decided to stay away from her since I wasn't really feeling the whole quirky thing today.  I knew right off that it was going to annoy me more than amuse me today so I didn't even throw my hat in the ring.  Ivan handled her.  I went to take the pizzas for the three orders before hers out of the oven.  She sees me at the cut table and starts banging on the counter screaming at me to wear gloves.

AGAIN, I was uncaffeinated.  I looked at her and said "I'm not even near your food yet." and walked away.  Understandably, she didn't like that.  So when F was going to put the lettuce and tomato on them (I put them on the paper and wrapped them... screw the gloves.  We have shrinky dink gloves and that oven is 455 degrees have you ever tried to remove quick melt plastic from skin?? It's not fun...)  F had just washed her hands because she'd come from the lavatory.  But Crazy Kim didn't see that so when F went to put on the gloves, she started screaming at her.  F however was on a phone call on her bluetooth so she didn't realize that Crazy was screaming.  She saw me motion her back to the sink and because she respects me as a supervisor, she didn't say anything as she went back to rewash her hands.  Sometimes I love F. BUt the fact was that she was screaming at us over gloves.

Like I said, I don't know if she went somewhere and the refused to cater to her whims and she was taking it out on us but she's just about read the end of the patience of the staff of Hungry Howie's Sugar Creek.  We take a lot but there's only so much we take.  I think I might talk up the university store and suggest she go there...

Insert evil laughter here...

I'm tired... so tired...

Seriously... Can I stop being an adult now??  Please?  I just want to crawl in my bed with my pretty pajamas on and just stay there.  Color in bed, have my mommy bring me lunch and dinner in bed and not have to move all day.

And the sad thing is that I don't mean that in my funny haha always sunny in Claudetteland kind of way.  I am totally serious.  I'm tired.

I'm tired of being the one that everyone comes to when they need something.  Like seriously everyone.  If you need it, ask Dette, she most likely has it and even if she doesn't have it, she'll find a way to get it even if it puts her account negative, her gas tank in the red and her sanity in the trashcan.  She'll do it.  She'll drop everything and do what you need.

I'm tired of listening.  Tell Dette.  Dette will listen.  She may say uh huh and yeah and Mmm a few times making you think that she's half ignoring you and therefore letting you vent on and on and on but trust me, she hears you.  And her brain is working overtime trying to figure out a way to fix it for you.  Or help you fix it.  Or find someone that can help you fix it.  She hears you and she's wracking her brain trying to help you.  She has a million other things that actually concern her to think about but there's not time for that because she has to fix it for you.  Because you're her mother/friend/brother/cousin/dog's babysitter's groomer.  You matter.  You matter more to her than you know so she has to help you.  Because you matter.

I'm tired of taking fifteen steps forward and getting knocked back twelve.  NOt quite behind where I started but still so close I can see where I started from.  I got a raise at work.  Awesome right?  No.  Not awesome because along with my most fantabulous raise, I got less help that I've been getting.

I admit it, I'm on Food stamps and section 8.  But because I got a job that is paying me decent money, they have cut my food stamps.  Again.  First I was at six hundred eighty.  Then they cut it by $80.  Then I got the job and they cut it to $387.  Then $363. Today... today I found out that they've cut me to $266.  My section 8 has raised my rent.  I' not saying how much online but it's not a pretty number and it was an unexpected jump.  I came home yesterday and found out that my Gas had been shut off so we're taking cold showers.

But my kids need school supplies.  My kids need food.  I have pared my bills down to the bare minimum and still I can't get ahead.  My paycheck has been going to fill in the blanks for the Gas (Which apparently I failed at since they shut the crap off) Electric, and rent because the child support caseworker that was assigned to my case can't seem to actually do her job and get my child support reviewed.  I have been getting three hundred for five years.  A lady came into the store the other night and she had the same child support card I have and we got into a brief conversation about it.  I told her what I get and she told me that she makes $1500 plus on her kids.  First off she annoyed me because no lady, you don't make that money.  The man or men that you laid down with is supporting his kids.  But still... Mine is based on temp jobs that my ex was doing years ago.  He now has a $32/hour a job and she swears she can't find his jobs company in the database.  It's the FAA.  The Federal Air Administration.  Out of Washington D.C.  But she can't find it.

I'm tired.  I'm tired of being unexplainably head over heels for a guy that doesn't see me as a human being much less a woman.  I'm tired of listening to everyone tell me about their sex lives while I'm over here trying to get some and coming up woefully short.  And I do mean short because I took a chance and put myself out there and the guy... he was smaller than my pinky and couldn't get it up.  He used his fingers like a jackhammer and by the time he was done, I was in so much pain that moving for the following week took extreme concentration.

I know I've said this before, but people out there who are in relationships and have single friends... WE DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR SEX LIVES!!!!  AT ALL!!! Chances are we are so wildly jealous of you that we would knock you into unconsciousness and mount your guy to fix our problem in a heartbeat.  I personally don't have any friends that I would knock out to steal their men. But still.

I'm tired.

I'm so tired.

I just want to sit down and not adult for awhile.